"This... seems different from what we saw yesterday?" Liang Tian asked in surprise.
The once lifeless refugee camp now resembles a vibrant new village, with everyone enthusiastically contributing to its construction and building a beautiful home.
"Isn't this good?"
Zheng Quchi noticed a newly erected bulletin board in front of the refuge camp. A large panel displayed the latest announcements from the refuge camp. Curious about the policies the county magistrate had issued, she strolled over to take a look.
As she approached, she saw Hua Duo, who had been standing in front of the notice board for a while, with a strange expression. He coughed lightly as if trying to suppress a laugh and said, "Lord Zheng, this...this seems to be about you?"
Zheng Quchi was puzzled: "Write about me? Write about what..."
Hua Duo immediately recited with great emotion: "My reborn mother, Lady Zheng of Cangling... (here, within a hundred words, she recounts her merits) enlightened my ignorance, helped my county in its time of need, offered invaluable guidance, and forged a lasting bond of friendship—how can I forget her! Words fail me, and my gratitude is profound... (here, several dozen words of praise are omitted)"
"Alright, alright, no need to read it anymore. This was written by the magistrate of Qian County, isn't it?" Zheng Quchi felt his face must be burning.
She rushed forward and tore it apart, crumpling it in her hands. She hadn't expected him to write such a thank-you letter and post it on the bulletin board, with such blatant praise and flattery, as if afraid people wouldn't know what good deeds she had done. While it was a gesture of goodwill, the problem was—
She doesn't need it.
What kind of "rebirth parents" is this? Such bold and exaggerated language. Couldn't the county magistrate have been a little more reserved?
"Lord Zheng, it's Lord Zheng."
After the magistrate's promotion, Zheng Quchi became famous, at least in the refugee camp.
Everyone knows that it was Lord Zheng who came to help them with their food shortages, solve their housing and living problems, care about their lives and mental well-being, and do more for those who are capable, coming to help them with future disaster area reconstruction and flood control. She is simply a great official!
"Lord Zheng, what do you think of the houses we've built?"
“Yes, this morning, thirteen carpenters, twenty-odd stonemasons, and seven plasterers studied the refuge camp plans drawn by Lord Zheng. Even we slow learners could understand them, which shows how much thought Lord Zheng put into them. However, we country carpenters haven't built anything of great quality before, so there are a few things we'd like to ask him…”
Zheng Quchi was surrounded by more than a dozen enthusiastic people. Fortunately, her subordinates stayed by her side and quickly kept them at a distance to prevent them from getting too close.
Although the county magistrate knew that Zheng Quchi was a woman, it was clear that the people did not know, and therefore there was no taboo against men and women being separated.
"Don't worry, everyone. I can't answer all your questions with just my mouth. How about this? All the adults around me are experts in this field. You can ask them for help. They will definitely be happy to teach you, right?"
She turned around and glanced at the group from Hualin Garden and Nanlin Garden.
Under her watchful gaze, they dared not refuse, nodding repeatedly: "Yes, yes, feel free to ask if there's anything you don't understand."
"Then, sir, I see this..."
"My lord, my lord, look, I followed what was written above, and it went like this..."
The people were finally dispersed, and Zheng Quchi's eyes showed relief. She adhered to the principle of temporary residence in the construction of the camp, so she considered that it was convenient, complete and clearly divided into areas. However, in order to improve the living conditions and prevent the spread of disease, she also added a lot of sanitation and excretion facilities. As a result, the entire construction project was expected to take as little as ten days and as long as half a month.
She was busy with her own affairs and probably wouldn't have much time to spend on the construction site, but she still needed someone to supervise her during that time, so she specifically left behind Liang Tian, who was responsible and reliable.
Around noon, relief supplies arrived one after another, but since the warehouse was not yet ready, some houses had to be temporarily set aside to store the supplies before they could be distributed. At the same time, dozens of well-dressed imperial physicians accompanied the supplies.
As soon as they stepped off the carriage, they were warmly received by the county magistrate. After some polite greetings, it was time to get down to business. Just as the county magistrate was about to lead people to see the wounded and needing care, the imperial physicians started to act all high and mighty.
“Magistrate, we’ve endured a long and arduous journey without even a sip of water, and you’re already rushing to order us to treat the wounded? Isn’t that rather inhumane?” an old imperial physician said coldly.
The county magistrate was speechless: "This..."
"We haven't eaten a single grain of rice for hours, you should bring us some food first," another imperial physician waved his hand.
The other imperial physicians also looked listless and out of sorts: "By the way, where can we rest? My old arms and legs need a rest first..."
The county magistrate glanced at the imperial physicians who seemed to be on vacation, gritted his teeth, and suppressed his anger, knowing that he could not offend them. He could only force a smile and said, "Imperial physicians, it is not that I want to urge you, but we did not have enough doctors before and the emergency treatment was not appropriate. Many of the wounded have developed ulcers. If we do not treat them, I am afraid they will not be able to save their lives."
Seeing his ungrateful attitude, someone immediately turned hostile, glaring angrily and saying, "They're just a bunch of lowly commoners; if we can't protect them, so be it—"
The magistrate was immediately enraged, his face turning red with anger. Just as he was about to argue his case, a clear and distinct voice rang out first.
"Which imperial physician could be so lacking in medical ethics and compassion, uttering such nonsense? It has certainly broadened my horizons."
Upon hearing the sound, the group of imperial physicians, who had initially looked disdainful and aggressive, turned to the side, only to see Zheng Quchi, dressed in the usual attire of the Directorate of Works, walking over with a group of subordinates.
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